8 acessos
Still in your life
On dangerous ground
The vicious world is bad enough.
The rotten men
Creeps up on you
Look in her eyes to stay alive.
She takes your mind off the lying voice
Whispering white waterfall
She must be truth only you know
In the midst of bad incitements.
As time goes by
Your skin grows hard
The light which heats you is on the wane.
In a lonely cell
In a voiceless shout
Beg for the next gaze of her eyes.
She takes your mind off the lying voice
Whispering white waterfall
She must be truth only you know
In the midst of bad incitements.